Nonsensical | 16 June 2016

In Competition No. 2952 you were invited to submit nonsense verse of up to 16 lines on the subject of the EU referendum. So, as if you hadn’t had quite enough nonsense for one referendum — on stilts or otherwise — here’s another helping; though hopefully one that will make you smile rather than snarl. The winners pocket £25 apiece and Bill Greenwell snaffles £30.

When mithimade is allbijove
Beneath a grayling moon
Then hoey is the borigove
And wethers are in spoon
 
When dunkum smit is gallowade
Between the moggs and rees
Ah join the giselous parade
That bothams up the crease
 
How priti are the villiers
Out whitting in the dales!
How teehee utlier the furze
And dahlia the mails!
 
Now tebbitly the daltreys sound
To icke a trimble margin
Now pole the deling kippers round
That all may be faragin
Bill Greenwell
 
’Twas brexit and the merkyl foes
Did corbinate ’gainst lyb and labe.
All quipsy were the borisgoves
And the eukalips outgrabe.
He took his spressie sword in hand;
Longtime with brussel brouts he fought;
On refugees by the kalaytrees
He snirked in puffish plot.